The only items he's packed are liquor and condoms, and
he’s looking at me like he wants to put both to good use.

My name is Sierra, and my libido can only take so much.

Send help!

Caged ...

Two brothers...

One girl...

Rising stars in the cage fighting circuit, Cage and Tripp
Garrett are as close as two brothers can be. Fiercely competitive and
smoldering with intensity, neither has ever lost a fight. Until they face their
toughest opponent yet: Lily.

They both want her. But neither can have her. Lily is as
off-limits as they come. They make a pact that the tough-as-nails daughter of
their trainer will never come between them.

Until one of them begins to fall in love. Then all is
fair in love and war.

“Listen,
princess.” I lift her chin toward mine, meeting this gorgeous big blue
eyes. “I’m not sure if you noticed, but we’re stranded together in the
middle of fucking nowhere, with only each other to count on. You can
fight me all you want, but there’s one thing you need to understand. I’m
going to protect you. I’m going to take care of you. And in case
you haven’t noticed, I’m six-foot-four, and probably have a hundred pounds on
you. My body is going to produce a lot more heat than yours. Now
calm the fuck down, and let me get you warm. Got it, sweetheart?”
Her fighting stops immediately.

She nods,
coyly, blinking those baby blues at me, all of her anger disappearing.
“Got it.” Her voice is small, and I suddenly feel like a dick.

“Good. Glad
we’re on the same page.” I tug her body closer so we’re pressed tightly
together, and I hold her to my chest, wrapping her in my arms. A contented
little sigh escapes her lips. The top of her head doesn’t even reach my chin.
She packs a lot of sass for such a small thing. I inhale, and breathe in
the scent of her shampoo. The smell of vanilla and lavender fill my nose.
Damn, who knew that combination could be so perfect? It’s intoxicating
and I can feel my body slowly start to react to the smell and the images my
mind starts to produce. The way her slight curves mold to my body serves
to warm me up pretty damn quick.

After several
moments, we’re both warmer. “There. Is that better?” I ask, releasing my
hold on her before I sport an awkward boner. A few deep breaths are in order;
otherwise things are going to get real weird, real fast.

Madison Collins is the author of romantic
short stories such as Caged, Stranded with My Stepbrother and the upcoming
Monster Prick. She enjoys the occasional stiff cocktail, and watching romantic
comedies. Most days you can find her curled up with a good book. She currently
resides in New Jersey.